115-She's lying again.

Brent was frozen for a few seconds until Hermosa pulled open the car door and sat next to him. Seeing that something was wrong with his expression, she moved up to him to try and read the messages on his phone.

"What's wrong sir? I just called you so many times and you didn't respond."

He took a quick step and locked his phone on the screen.

He was tempted to ask her why she was leaning against the man's arms in this picture. But just before he opened his mouth to ask, he smelled her perfume.

It was a classic male scent, definitely not the perfume she used herself.

The perfume smelled a bit woody and fragrant, very understated and not abrupt.

"It's nothing, let's go home."

He put his head away, deliberately not answering her question.

The photograph had been taken from behind, but he had recognised her back at once, the strange man's hand on her shoulder.

Hermosa, tired from the day, had fallen asleep with her head resting on his shoulder.

Brent planted a kiss on her forehead and then